2

“The rules, dipshit.” Someone laughs, shaking their head at our friend. “Nothing about fucking them.”

He chuckles. “Watch me.”

“Three. Go!”

Everyone splits up, and I set off toward the woods, my fists clenched and ready to beat the shit out of someone. Especially Blaise for being a wanker earlier. I’ll pound his ass into the ground, and he won’t even know it was me.

Mom can’t give me shit about it this time.

It’s dark, so I can barely see once I get deep within the trees. But when I hear screams, it gives me a push to keep running, to catch some sorry fucker and take my anger out on them.

Anticipation ignites within me when I see someone running up ahead. I quicken my steps and begin the chase, enjoying the way my heart races and the adrenaline injects into my veins. They glance over their shoulder, noticing me, the moon shining through the canopy leading me toward them.

They’re running so damn fast; I nearly lose them a few times while dodging branches and jumping over fallen trees.

The person stumbles, and I take the opportunity to tackle them to the ground, pinning them face down into the dirt. My body is alive as they thrash beneath me. More alive than it ever has been.

Trying to free themselves by pushing against the dirt, I grab the back of their head over the hood and shove them down. My weight on their back keeps them in place, and I close my eyes, trying to relax the urges.

My heart beats so fucking hard. But that’s not the only thing.

The need to hurt this person is there, but it tamps down as I realize my cock is straining in my pants.

Confused, I stare down at where my bulge glows under the moonlight as it presses into the person’s ass.

I’m rock solid, stabbing into the person beneath me, who isn’t even fighting back anymore or attempting to get away. They’re trying to control their erratic lungs and digging their fingers into the dirt.

It’s definitely not Allie. She’d be screaming and slapping and demanding I get the fuck off her until she realizes it’s me and rips off her own clothes.

Who am I kidding? She’d do that with anyone. I’ve lost count of how many times she’s gone elsewhere for a fuck. I’ve beaten guys for simply thinking of disrespecting me, but that’s the only reason. I don’t feel hurt or anger when she fucks around behind my back.

This person is tall like me, has a big build, and I think I might be digging my cock into a guy’s ass. Regardless of this knowledge, I hold their nape, keeping them in place as my urge to win takes over, and I rock my hips forward.

Depravity courses through my bloodstream as I feel myself getting even harder.

“Get the fuck off me,” the strained, muffled voice warns.

Despite everything within me, telling me to get off this guy and beat him up so he never finds out who just dry thrusted against his ass, my balls tighten, and I force him farther into the dirt by the neck.

“St-op,” they whisper, but there’s no fucking fight left in them.

I straighten my arms, shoving down the person’s hood at the back, pausing when I see short dark hair. Reality hits me that I might actually be hard for a guy right now, but I still don’t get off them.

Fuck. My pulse thunders in my ears at the softness of their hair as I slide my hand up their nape and brush my fingers through the wavy strands.

And my cock twitches even more, my lungs burn with the need for pleasure – I haven’t felt this way in months. Something inside me snaps. I stand up, roughly yanking the person to their knees by their hair. They don’t move as I stare down at the black mask.

Whoever this is, they’re submitting. How far will they let me go?

Reaching for the chin of the mask, they don’t stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother.

I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, my eyes zoned into his lips, his fucking mouth.

His heavy breaths – how audible they are.

Why am I getting harder?

The green eyes I need to stare at every day are locked onto my mask, reminding me that I’ll never be as good as him. I’ll never be the family good boy or excel in college. I’m the reject, the black sheep who is nothing but a disappointment like my father, and it’s all because of this prick.

I grit my teeth as I snatch his jaw, reaching for my belt and unbuckling it quickly, unable to think straight. “Open,” I say, doing everything I can to hide my voice. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Blaise’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t refuse or tell me to fuck off. He doesn’t tell me he has a girlfriend or that he’s not interested. He doesn’t realize his eyes are dropping to his stepbrother’s cock.

I fist my thick length, precum already leaking from the tip as I rim his soft lips that are begging to wrap around me. I can tell by the look in his eyes. Terrified yet needy.

Blaise is nervous – the breaths falling from his lips aren’t from running.

He doesn’t even know whose dick is in his face. I wonder how his dad would react if he saw his angelic son sucking his stepson’s dick? I don’t even have my phone on me to record this moment.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, I tug his head back, rubbing the underside of my cock against his mouth and letting a deep groan leave my strained throat. I should be ashamed of this – I have a girlfriend. And this is Blaise’s mouth I’m rubbing my cock against.

“Tongue out,” I say, low and demanding.

I tighten my grip on his hair as the heat of his tongue slides against the underside of my cock. As much as this is a way to punish him, I’m dying to slide my cock into his mouth, to feel how good he is at sucking.

I’ve never had a guy suck my cock before. Fuck, I’ve never done anything with a guy before. Why is this even happening? Why is my body reacting this way? Why do I want to pin him down and force him to take every inch into his throat?

His hands fly up to push at my thighs as I thrust into his mouth, finally giving me some resistance. And damn, it feels so good. He’s trying to shove me away, even as he’s wrapping his lips around my cock, making my balls tighten and tingle.

I hold the back of his head, keeping my balance as I pull him toward me, forcing him to take another inch.